Dear Sunshine,
Well,you were my third lightning strike. So that means you’ve got some really good game.I wanted to congratulate you on how well you played me.Man,you really went above and beyond.
All those years of pretending to be my friend before confessing your love to me. It blows me away how much time and work you put in.Amazing job on pursuing me and knocking down all the walls I had built up. A beautiful display of love bombing. Absolute perfection.
You made me feel safe giving you my heart. I had the security of our friendship and felt that I had a pretty good idea of who you were as a person. All of it must have exhausted you. I guess that’s why your mask slipped so quickly. I knew you as the cool guy with a fun, outgoing,colorful personality, comedic with a sunny outlook on life, strong but gentle , an “open book” with a romantic heart.
And I left you as a lying, selfish, scheming ,weak,boring, creepy,irresponsible ,meth induced ,thieving , gay crossdresser . Damn, you really had me going there for a bit. I never saw it coming ,not from you.
Yes,I left you. I left the others too. I always leave first and do it unexpectedly .Treat me right and I will treat you better, but if you decide to play me for the fool,you will have to pay the price. Before I go, you must be exposed. So I smile, pretend all is well, and act oblivious to the insanity. I watch and I wait untill I gather all the information to prove you are not who you claim to be. You never saw it coming,not from me.
Years down the road,if you are ever feeling frisky,and decide to go reaching on your shelf looking for me,don’t bother. My chord is still cut. If you don’t believe me plug it in and see. I assure you nothing will happen. Just ask the others. Stangely enough, I have a shelf too. Three lightning strikes that turned into three beautiful gold trophies. Try if you must to crush my soul and enslave me . Try to steal my inner light. You cannot because it is mine. It is protected and you can never have it. No one can.
Game over,
Moon